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A while ago I got two hate comments on two of my photos from the same user on this forum
. Just about how ugly I was basically and how guys on here "lie to each other".
I looked at this person's profile and he'd only commented on one other person's photo, and while it was mean it wasn't as mean as what he said to me.
I obviously reported and blocked (and reported his comment on the other guys ratings posttoo) but even months later I'm still feeling so incredibly insecure.
Out of everyone here, I was the one chosen for those two hate comments. It's not like he was going around hating on everyone -- it was me, specifically
I've been struggling with my face lately, and I just read an article about how we don't like our own faces when flipped from what we see in the mirror because we're so used to our reflections.
It was comforting, and I felt like maybe the shock of disgust I feel when I look at certain angles of my face isn't how other people feel when looking at me.
But whenever I feel that sense of comfort, I remember what the guy said, and I think I'm probably kidding myself. And the cycle begins all over again.
I don't know what to do. But I guess the moral of this story is that being mean to someone for whatever temporary thrill it gives you isn't worth the impact it might have on someone's mental health.
. Just about how ugly I was basically and how guys on here "lie to each other".
I looked at this person's profile and he'd only commented on one other person's photo, and while it was mean it wasn't as mean as what he said to me.
I obviously reported and blocked (and reported his comment on the other guys ratings posttoo) but even months later I'm still feeling so incredibly insecure.
Out of everyone here, I was the one chosen for those two hate comments. It's not like he was going around hating on everyone -- it was me, specifically
I've been struggling with my face lately, and I just read an article about how we don't like our own faces when flipped from what we see in the mirror because we're so used to our reflections.
It was comforting, and I felt like maybe the shock of disgust I feel when I look at certain angles of my face isn't how other people feel when looking at me.
But whenever I feel that sense of comfort, I remember what the guy said, and I think I'm probably kidding myself. And the cycle begins all over again.
I don't know what to do. But I guess the moral of this story is that being mean to someone for whatever temporary thrill it gives you isn't worth the impact it might have on someone's mental health.
